Aziraphale wouldn't have to ask Crowley twice, and once the words were spoken, he gave a harsh roll of his hips, so he could pin his Angel on his back on the matress. Leaning down, he gave Zira a harsh, possessive kiss, only letting it linger for a second before starting down his jaw, over his neck. He had a plan, now, and while it would take him a while to get to his own pleasure, he wanted Aziraphale loose before he took him- he had a vague worry over the Angel's comfort now, that he wasn't quite ready to define.